help all i do is ride my bike and listen to black metal and smoke weed and my life is going nowhere
Satyr & Nocturno Culto (itt Kveldulv néven), 1996
Ebben a periódusban volt a legrajabb a Satyricon
(When seppuku (切腹, “stomach-cutting”) just isn’t enough…)
For three years the priests would eat a special diet consisting only of nuts and seeds, while taking part in a regimen of rigorous physical activity that stripped them of their body fat. They then ate only bark and roots for another three years and began drinking a poisonous tea made from the sap of the Urushi tree, which contains Urushiol (same stuff that makes poison ivy), normally used to lacquer bowls. This caused vomiting and a rapid loss of bodily fluids, and most importantly, it made the body too poisonous to be eaten by maggots. Finally, a self-mummifying monk would lock himself in a stone tomb barely larger than his body, where he would not move from the lotus position. His only connection to the outside world was an air tube and a bell. Each day he rang a bell to let those outside know that he was still alive. When the bell stopped ringing, the tube was removed and the tomb sealed.
there is nothing better than climbing a mountain early in the morning, when its raining and so cloudy i cant even see two feet ahead not that it matters because theres only one other person on the mountain. the descent is a killer and i am frozen and the wind whips myface to the point where i think i might be bleeding, but then coach tells me to suck it up as he flies past me at 80 km/h.
how sweet is it that i get to play the entire soundtrack to ‘the harder they come’ at work
i srsly had a dream a few months ago and this song was playiing all chopped and screwed up and i still remember it sometimes